♪ You could do it solo ♪
♪ But then you'd be All by yourself ♪
♪ Yo! So it'd be more fun To share this one ♪
♪ With someone else! ♪
♪ Together we will soar Across the sky and beyond ♪
♪ So turn up your voice! ♪
♪ Stand up and sing along! ♪
♪ All different voices ♪ ♪ Everybody now ♪
♪ Our melody's ringing ♪
♪ We're living in harmony ♪
♪ Yeah, we're living in harmony ♪
♪ Our song is much stronger ♪
♪ With every Troll singing ♪
♪ We're living in harmony! ♪♪
CREW: Thundershock! Thundershock!
Thundershock! Thundershock! Thundershock!
‐ Wow!
Val's show doesn't even start for eight hours
and look at all these Trolls already lined up!
‐ Well, yeah!
Word is Val's concerts are a non‐stop thrill ride.
I heard she opens by dropping from the sky.
‐ I heard she smashes her guitar into a million pieces!
‐ I heard the pieces transform into birds
which carry you off to a city in the clouds
where you're crowned greatest DJ of all time!
Wait, did I hear that or did I dream it?
Either way, I'm ready to rock!
♪
‐ Fan‐tastic.
Way to show support for a fellow Trollstopian!
And, speaking of showing support...
♪
Val! I came by to say, break a hair!
[ growls ]
I can't tell if you're upset or this is just your regular face.
‐ Upset! My band manager, Demo, had an accident.
‐ Oh, no! What happened?
‐ He was sharpening up his hair spikes for the big show when...
♪
‐ This should be the most epic night of my...
nay, all our lives!
♪ Yeah! Woo! ♪♪
Yeah!
[ grunting ]
[ groaning ]
[ Demo screaming ]
Ooh!
‐ Geez! Is he okay?
DEMO: Of course I'm not okay!
[ moos ]
I can't manage like this! The show will have to be canceled!
‐ What? No! All of Trollstopia is lining up to hear Val play!
‐ Yeah!
Besides I can handle not having a manager for one night.
‐ Oh, really Val?
So, you are gonna handle all the mundane logistics?
Like scheduling?
[ groaning ]
‐ So boring!
‐ Equipment checks?
‐ So. Not. Hardcore!
‐ Promotions? And publicity?
‐ No! Okay, fine! We'll cancel the show!
Ugh, I can't believe it!
‐ Wait. What if I was your manager tonight?
‐ You?
‐ You sure about that? 'Cause let me tell you,
this job ain't no glittering cupcake good‐time jamboree!
Or whatever you Pop Trolls do!
‐ Yeah, yeah, we do that. ‐ Well, toughen up!
'Cause Val is a handful.
‐ Got it!
‐ It's up to you to get her ready for the show.
♪ Up to you! ♪♪
‐ I won't let her out of my sight.
‐ Where is she right now?
[ chuckles ]
‐ Ah!
‐ Welcome, friend, to Stripe Smiley's Candy Bar!
What'll it be? Licorice? Lollipop?
Or one of Stripe's one‐of‐a‐kind taffy sculptures?
‐ Nah, just an Extreme Sour Blaster Puckerball.
The kind that turns your face inside‐out.
‐ Coming right up!
POPPY: Ah, Val! What are you doing?
There's so much we have to do to get ready for the show!
Wardrobe, hair and makeup,
vulnerable manager‐to‐rockstar sharing time?
‐ Huh?
‐ Sorry, I tried to sneak that last one in.
‐ Sorry, Popsqueak.
That's not how I get ready for a concert. This is.
‐ A sweaty crumpled napkin?
‐ No.
♪ Val's pre‐show agenda! ♪
‐ Bungee jumping?
♪ Bungee jumping! ♪
‐ Volcano spelunking!
♪ Hot! So hot! ♪
‐ Arctic slingshotting!
♪ Cool! So cool! ♪
‐ Sticking your head in a predator's mouth?
♪ The risks are as high As they are pointless ♪♪
‐ Yeah!
‐ Val, give me a break.
This is nothing but a list of reckless antics and mischief!
‐ Exactly. See, my show's raw. Wild.
And I have to do every item on that list if I'm gonna find...
my edge.
‐ Sorry, Val. Not buying it.
You don't have to go tornado sledding to play a good show.
Val?
Val!
‐ Your friend pulled the old taffy‐and‐run! Classic.
‐ What? I gotta find her!
♪ Where are you going? ♪
♪ I gotta know ♪
♪ I need some answers Before you get out of control ♪
♪ Go, go, go, go ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ Go, go, go, go ♪
♪ Yeah, and I keep searching the Earth Until you are found ♪
♪ I'll keep my eye on the prize And feet on the ground ♪
♪ I'll keep on running and running And running around after you ♪
♪ I won't be stopping Until such time that I do ♪
♪ Oh, I'll be ch ‐ch‐ch‐ch‐chasing ♪
♪ After you! ♪♪
‐ Oh. Val, where have you been? ‐ I've been...
♪ Finding my edge, yeah! ♪
♪ We've been over this! ♪♪
‐ Ah! Fine, but your concert is in less than a half hour.
We have to get to the venue, so we're taking...
[ whistles ]
♪
the Dune Huggy.
Ah! Hardcore!
♪
BOTH: Woohoo!
‐ Wow! This thing really moves! ‐ Yup! And it really hugs the turns!
[ Dune Huggy laughs ]
‐ Yeah! Ha‐ha! Rock on! ‐ Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet.
[ both cheering ]
VAL: Ha‐ha, yeah!
POPPY: Yeah!
‐ This is awesome!
‐ See? This is what happens when you let your manager help you!
‐ Yeah, full disclosure? I didn't hop in here so you could help me.
I did it 'cause joyriding is on the list.
‐ What?
[ screaming ]
VAL: Woohoo!
‐ Hey! Val, no! Stop the car right now!
‐ Nah.
[ screaming ]
♪ Later! ♪♪
‐ Oh. That. Is. It!
♪
[ Val laughing ]
VAL: Yeah!
‐ Val!
‐ 'Sup? ‐ I'm done falling for your tricks.
We are going to the venue, now!
‐ Nope!
If I'm gonna get my edge, I still have bungee jumping,
sticking my head in a predator's mouth and stunt‐flying a flyer bug.
Like that flyer bug!
‐ Val, no!
[ laughs ]
‐ Woohoo!
Splat?
[ grunting ]
What is this?
‐ Why, that's Stripe Smiley's finest taffy sculpture yet, friend!
‐ Consider yourself managed.
[ Poppy humming ]
‐ What? But I haven't finished my list!
You are making a huge mistake. Poppy, I'm serious. Poppy!
‐ Sorry, Val! Can't seem to hear you!
VAL: Poppy, stop. Poppy, no!
CROWD: Thundershock! Thundershock!
Thundershock! Thundershock!
[ screeching ]
Thundershock!
‐ Okay, people, it's show time.
‐ Queen Poppy!
‐ Demo! You fixed your hair!
‐ Indeed, your Royal Trollness. I broke free from my shackles.
And now the great blaze of my rock spirit shall be unleashed!
Oh, oh, ah! Hey, hey, hey! Wo‐ah, no, no!
[ panting ]
So! Looks like you've got everything under control here.
‐ Yup! I mean, not to polish my own glitter,
but I got Val into wardrobe,
hair and makeup, and I got her up on stage,
where she's about to perform her legendary show‐opening guitar smash!
Observe.
‐ Ah!
♪
Ah!
[ crowd cheering ]
Huh?
[ gasp ]
[ Val grunting ]
Why isn't it breaking?
‐ What's wrong with her? ‐ Ah! I‐I don't know!
Val's always ready to rock by concert time!
She has a whole pre‐show agenda to make sure of it!
‐ Hold on. You mean her list of reckless antics and mischief?
All of her excuses about needing to find an edge?
Those were for real?
‐ Of course! What'd you think I meant when I said you had to get her ready
for the show?
[ gasps ]
‐ What are we gonna do?
CROWD: Thundershock! Thundershock! Thundershock!
‐ Uh, actually,
w‐w‐we're having some hardcore‐centric difficulties,
a‐and, uh...
I'm afraid the show will have to...
Uh! Ah!
What? What are you doing?
‐ Being your manager! Now, where's that list?
First, flyer bug stunt piloting!
‐ Whoo! Whoo! Poppy!
Whoo‐oh! Whoo! Whoo‐oh!
‐ Next, sticking your head in a predator's jaws!
[ Val screaming ]
‐ So awesome!
Yeah! Woohoo!
‐ Now, storm chasing! ‐ What?
That's not on my list.
‐ It is now, Thundershock!
[ Val screaming ]
‐ Ah! ‐ Now, how do you feel?
‐ What?
‐ How do you feel!
‐ I, I feel...
♪
edgy.
‐ Great!
'Cause there's only one thing left on your list!
‐ Oh!
[ chuckles ]
Bungee!
Yay!
[ cheering ]
Let's rock!
Guitar smash! Ha!
♪
CROWD: Thundershock! Thundershock!
Thundershock! Thundershock!
‐ Ah‐hah! I knew it!
♪
‐ Well, Poppy, gotta hand it to you. That was some excellent managing.
‐ Thanks, Demo.
‐ If you ever wanna do it again sometime...
‐ Not a chance.
Whoo, Val!
♪
DJ SUKI: I knew it!
♪
‐ Trolls, thank you for coming on such short notice.
Fellow Trollstopian, Lownote Jones, is in desperate need of our help.
‐ Indeed I am.
In fact, we are all facing a dire emergency.
‐ Oh, yeah! I love that.
‐ No, really. Don't be misled by the smooth sound of my voice.
Everyone should be very, very alarmed.
[ cheering ]
‐ Trolls!
[ record scratches ]
‐ Now, there's been a dangerous shift in our planet's groove ‐itational pull,
and I must fly into outer space to correct it.
[ crowd mumbling ]
TROLL: How can we help, Lownote?
‐ Good question, voice in the crowd.
If my mission has any hope for success, I need a group of reliable Trolls
to rise to the occasion.
And pet‐sit for me while I'm gone.
[ crowd mumbling ]
TROLL: What kind of pet, Lownote?
‐ Strong follow‐up, voice in the crowd.
[ Poppy gasps ]
It's called a snuggalug.
♪
CROWD: Aww!
‐ Oh, my guh!
‐ It's the cutest creature I've ever seen!
‐ So, who can I trust to feed it, bathe it and play with it?
‐ Me! Me! Right here, sir!
‐ Oh, and you can never...
ever...
under any circumstance...
give it a hug.
[ gasp ]
[ screaming ]
‐ I'm out. ‐ Can't do it.
‐ Aren't you curious why you can't give it a hug?
‐ Sorry, Lownote, but it doesn't really matter why.
There's not a Troll alive that can resist hugging that little guy!
‐ Aww! ‐ Uh‐huh!
BRANCH: Oh, come on!
[ gasp ]
How hard is it to not hug something? I'll do it.
‐ Whoa, Branch.
Even you have to admit that snuggalug is pretty irresistible.
[ sneezes ]
CROWD: Aww!
‐ Puh‐lease. Branch is right.
I could take care of that thing with one of my hands still doing a solo.
♪
Ha‐ha!
‐ Note: I agree with the Hard Rock Troll.
Resisting a hug is simply a matter of maintaining one's objectivity.
GUST: And I'd figure if I can keep law and order
on Free Funnel Cake Friday,
watching a snuggalug will be a piece of...
well, free funnel cake! Ha‐ha!
‐ Okay! Love the volunteering, not a fan of the attitudes.
‐ Well, it's settled.
It sounds like Branch, Laguna, Val and Gust
are the right Trolls for the job.
[ chuckle ]
‐ Fine. Now there's nothing else, will someone hold me back?
Because I have to hug that thing! It's so cute!
[ laughing ]
‐ Okay, snuggalug sitters, let me lay down some snuggalogistics.
The reason you can never hug a snuggalug
is because when you do, it splits into two.
Pop!
‐ Aww!
LOWNOTE: And once you start hugging...
Pop! Pop!
More and more hugs, more and more snuggalugs.
Until the entire planet is completely overrun
with an unending flood of cute.
POPPY: Aww!
‐ Uh, that's not a good thing.
‐ Lownote, one might question why you would keep an animal
with such catastrophic potential.
‐ True, but one might also question why I wear a monocle on Tuesdays.
The answer to both...?
That's just Lownote being Lownote, babe.
Now, if you run into any trouble, just press this button
and Lownote Jones will come running.
Well, not running,
but I will certainly come sauntering very, very quickly.
‐ Wow, he really gave us a lot to think about.
And my first thought? We won't be needing this thing!
[ laughing ]
‐ Can you believe the fuss everyone's making over the snuggalug?
All it takes to not hug something is this.
‐ Ha! The subject appears to be doing literally the easiest thing in the world.
[ laughing ]
‐ Yep, like Lownote said, "We are the right Trolls for the job."
♪ I'm so good! ♪
♪ Stronger than a snuggalug ♪
♪ I don't even need to hug ♪
♪ Rockin' so I show my lump ♪
♪ It's so odd! ♪
♪ Find you irresistible ♪
♪ Huggable and kissable ♪
♪ To me, you're just statistical ♪
♪ It ain't worth all the fuss! ♪
♪ Y'all just leave it to us ♪
♪ Toughest Trolls on the block! ♪
♪ Yeah We're the right Trolls for the job ♪
♪ Yow! ♪
♪ Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ We're the right Trolls for the job! Yeah! ♪
♪ Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ We're the, we're the right Trolls ♪
♪ We're the, we're the right Trolls Yeah ♪
♪ Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ We're the right Trolls for the job! ♪
♪ Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ We're the right Trolls for the job ♪
♪ Right Trolls for the job ♪♪
[ chuckles ]
‐ Branch!
‐ What? ‐ Aww!
‐ Ah!
[ panting ]
I almost hugged it! And I didn't even realize I was doing it!
‐ Ha‐ha! Sounds like you're getting soft.
But you don't have any power over me, snuggalug.
I don't care how big your eyes are.
‐ Aww!
♪
Or how your gaze reaches deep into my soul,
stirring something I never knew was there until...
I just wanna...
[ groaning ]
Ah!
BRANCH: Val, no!
‐ Ah!
‐ What is happening to us?
‐ It seems our prolonged exposure is wearing down our cuddle resistance.
Isn't it, my cutie ‐wooty snuggy‐luggy?
‐ Laguna! Stand down, partner!
I'm hugging it!
[ screaming ]
[ giggles ]
Perhaps we're combing more hair than we can style here, Trolls.
And maybe we should call Lownote Jones.
‐ No way!
We can't let the others know we couldn't go
45 minutes without hugging it!
Now, come on. We can do this!
‐ Hum!
‐ Oh! Ah!
[ panting ]
Whose turn is it?
[ sighs ]
‐ I'll go.
[ giggles ]
Ah! Fetch! Ah!
‐ Ah, he's back!
‐ Ah!
Ah!
LOWNOTE: Hey there, snuggalug.
[ gasp ]
‐ Lownote Jones!
‐ You got that right, baby.
I'm back from saving the planet. He wasn't any trouble, was he?
‐ Nope! ‐ No trouble.
‐ Not for Trolls like us! ‐ Stop asking!
‐ Well, all right then. Thanks again, and always remember...
stay funky.
[ sigh ]
‐ Well, Trolls, it wasn't easy, but we did it.
To being the right Trolls for the job.
‐ Yeah!
[ snuggalug giggles ]
‐ Huh?
Ah!
‐ Another one?
‐ One of us must have hugged the snuggalug
before Lownote picked it up! Who did it?
‐ Hmm.
‐ Hum!
[ hisses ]
[ snuggalug giggles ]
‐ Hmm?
‐ Okay, I did it! And I'd do it again!
It was beautiful!
‐ Dude!
‐ Note: I have never been more disappointed.
GUST: Hmm?
‐ Okay, we hugged it too.
‐ Note: I am a hypocrite.
‐ I can't believe this you guys! After everything we went through?
Hum?
Yeah, I hugged it too.
[ snuggalugs giggling ]
‐ We should find that communicator and contact Lownote Jones.
‐ What? No! Look, there's only four of them.
We'll be fine as long as we commit ourselves
to no more hugs.
[ pop ]
Ah! They can hug each other?
[ scream ]
[ snuggalugs popping ]
[ sighs ]
There, situation contained.
[ bangs ]
Huh?
[ banging ]
We should've called Lownote Jones.
Find that communicator!
[ screaming ]
[ panting ]
That way, that way!
‐ Hey, guys! I know it's pretty lame for me
to show up out of the blue, but‐‐
Ah!
‐ Never mind! Go that way! That way!
[ panting ]
‐ There!
[ grunts ]
[ Val screaming ]
[ Trolls screaming ]
[ moaning ]
‐ Oh, oh! I'm so sorry, guys! My arrogance got us into this!
‐ Ours too! ‐ Yeah, it ain't just you.
‐ Help!
Ah!
‐ Got it!
‐ Branch to Lownote! Branch to Lownote!
Snuggalugs! So much hugging! Arrogance!
[ Trolls screaming ]
[ gasp ]
[ snuggalugs giggling ]
[ cheer ]
‐ We did it, gang! We did it!
[ laughs ]
‐ Well, the snuggalugs are safely contained
and headed back to the warm hole from whence they came.
‐ Thanks, Lownote.
Sorry we weren't the snuggalug sitters we said we were.
‐ Oh, no harm done, baby.
It'd be a different story if those snuggalugs
got out in the open, but we got 'em.
[ chuckles ]
Every last one.
♪
[ giggles ]
♪ Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ We're the right Trolls for the job! Yeah! ♪
♪ Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ We're the, we're the right Trolls ♪
♪ We're the, we're the right Trolls Yeah ♪
♪ Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ We're the right Trolls for the job! ♪
♪ Whoo, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ We're the right Trolls for the job ♪
♪ Right Trolls for the job ♪♪